Thursday, May 28, 2009

Days Out.

‘I say Hermoine, isn’t this all just so charming?’

It is a Saturday. I am trying to enjoy it.

A big part of our local science museum involves a working model of the river that we live by. There are aprons, toys and much general fun to be had.

Favourite Son and Favourite Daughter are having a grand time.

Except that Favourite Son has, without his consent or interest, acquired a new ‘friend’.

‘And isn’t your dear Felicity doing so well? Oh look at her, pretending to torment that lovely little boy?’

‘Oh! That back-fired a bit. She must feel awful. Difficult to judge quantities and such-forth at that age. The little chap doesn’t seem to mind that much though. Plenty of towels and hand-driers about.’

‘So darling now isn’t she? I can’t believe how she’s come on, playing with such a little fellow obviously so much younger than her. How considerate. She’s so precious.’

She isn’t ‘precious’ I think to myself. She’s a ‘little fucking cunt’.

And if she ‘accidentally’ splashes my son with water one more time I’m going to knock her out.


Blogger Carnalis said...

Girls can be so mean.

9:10 pm  
Blogger Shane said...

Cause and effect... your action would've been like a living extension to the museum.

Welcome back (I was a late arrival last time round).

9:42 pm  
Blogger Tired Dad said...

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10:39 pm  
Blogger Tired Dad said...

C: I'm thinking it's just children in general. I hope.

Shane: I remember. Welcome back yourself I suppose.

10:41 pm  
Blogger The Preacherman said...

dvd required. Youtube would explode with hits of your hits.

9:12 pm  
Blogger Tired Dad said...

I don't know how big the market for videos of fast-approaching middle-aged men physically assaulting eight-year-old girls is. And I'm not sure I want to know.

7:18 pm  

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